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I was born May 15th, 1976. Eleven days and one year later, 'Star Wars' was birthed into the world. To say it was an important part of my life is an understatement. Between the movies, the toy franchise, and my imagination, Luke, Leia, and Han were forever intertwined in my personal story.
But more importantly, they would play a part in something more meaningful, the adoption of my kids. And it never would have happened without George Lucas's creation.
When I was ten, you'd never convince me that I'd own anything cooler than my Millennium Falcon. I spent hundreds of hours with that ship in my hands. The moving gun turret, the removable chess board, the hidden compartment - I knew it better than Henry Ford knew his first car. On top of that, I had an X-Wing and Darth's Tie fighter. These were real manifestations of an an-screen dream. I probably never when a week for a good five years without playing with my Star Wars figures and ships.
When I went to college, they came along. I even hung them from my ceiling tiles. Yeah... I was that guy. Now they were nostalgic ART. They were still toys, of course, but they now marked an era of my life. One I'd grown out of, but refused to forget. 'Star Wars' was still a topic of conversation, but now the alk was grittier. We discussed in depth the triangle between the main characters. We watched movies that mocked the Rebel Alliance and the fact that Storm Troopers were just security guards, surrounded by innocently murdered contractors and plumbers.
Once I got married, they slowly made their way into boxes, then into attic space, unseen me or any visitors to our humble abode. Not because my wife was against my owning "dolls", nah, she's cool. They just got pushed aside. Life moves on. But I held onto them. I knew, in the back of my mind they were there. With every move (and there were many) I loaded them on a truck and carted them to the next city. I was just not ready to let them go.
Cut to 2011. Thirty four years after the trilogy debuted. My wife and I had decided to adopt. Siblings. Siblings, that if they got much older, would be separated. Much like a pair of kids I'd grown up watching. We were thin on cash and needed the money to file our final paper work to Social Services. I turned to my only asset that knew no down market, no recession. I went into the attic and dusted off my secret weapon. Help me special edition Ghost of Anakin Skywalker... you're my only hope.
I didn't make a mint. After all, there are a lot of 'Star Wars' toys out there in the world, but they served their purpose. I had the funds I needed to save these kids from the Dark Side... ir at least being yanked from each other's arms, to never see the other again.
My own little princess and wayward son.
So a couple of weeks ago, we were asked if we'd be interested in receiving some 'Star Wars' games by Hasbro Toy Shop and share our honest thoughts on them. I jumped at the opportunity. It may not be the Millennium Falcon, but it was the opportunity to share my story with the kids. Our story. Our legend.
We had a blast playing with the Bop It! R2D2, SW Catchphrase, and Loopin' Chewie (the clear favorite). To me it had less to do with the plastic pieces in front of me, and more to do with who I was playing with and why. My life was changed when I got my first 'Star Wars' toy, but it was flipped upside down for the better when I gave them up. What I received in return was a complete family. A joy I'd never known.
The feeling of the Force could be nothing compared to that.
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